Regulus clutched his wand under the bedsheets, knowing that this was what he had to do, what he had been ordered to do, the spell for a quick and painless... painless...No. He just couldn't. He just wouldn't. "Stay with me... please."

He was a beautiful boy, there could be no doubt about that-- always dressed impeccably, with upright posture, brisk stride, and the ever-famous Malfoy sneer. She sighed inwardly. His grandfather would have been proud.

Salazar would kiss her and make her forget, like he always did, and Helga would forgive him, like she always did, and he would have manipulated her into once again ignoring his mad behavior... No. Not again. Not ever, ever again.

Once upon a time, Adeline was famous. Everyone knew her name, her face, her work. Once. But things are different now-- almost everyone she knew is now dead or old -- all except for her. Adeline Marks got a second chance-- and she's not going to waste it.

Johanna Roth's mother always said that the milk of rice cured anything-even a broken heart. But when she stumbles into a hidden labyrinth with the Trio, and is forced to use all of her wits to fight the gruesome maze, will the rule still hold true?